Blacktail Deer Plateau willow blossom

The light of intelligence was bright in Moon Runner’s eyes, however Chakliux would not see a spark of understanding when he spoke. It was coincidental that her muzzle lifted to take his scent from the air between them at the moment he mentioned his clan…

Brine… like Dry Creek and Oak Leaf…
Red cedar and spruce from the coast…
Wolfscent of his packmates…

Moon Runner remebered a time when Wise Father had shown his daughter the Maplewood… and so she deducted that this saltwolf’s pack had recently relocated to the plateau where she had blantantly crossed their fresh borders.

But why?

She moved closer, to inspect the pile before him. There was a lilt to his sounds that denoted a question.

Curious, she took a branch with her teeth with the intention to chew it…